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Feb. 7th, 2007 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
htothehI'm posting from Semagic because every time I try to type anything in the box online, Firefox thinks I have the main body of the page active, and tries to find "My head feels like it's full of jello."
My head feels like it's full of jello. Or cotton. Something soft, possibly squishy, and only bearing a passing resemblance to brains.
This is the feeling that I'm living out someone else's dream. It's a pretty decent dream, all in all, but nothing feels quite real. I don't know why; I did get to bed at 4 on Monday night, but I proceeded to go back to bed for two or three hours after that, and I got a solid seven and a half last night, so I shouldn't really be tired.
I'm a fan of cello music. My uncle, when he was up visiting from Brazil several years ago, ended up ripping a bunch of Bach cello suites to the family computer, and my family never throws anything away unless Mom makes us, so the files have been preserved, and are currently hanging about on my computer and my iPod. There's one movement that I know I played on violin, a Bourree, I think? With an accent on the first e.
I tried watching The Office, because I really liked the pilot when I watched it at the airport with Erica, but the humor is based almost completely in embarassment, and I have a hard time handling that. The dynamic between Jim and Pam is absolutely adorable, though, and the mug in the jello was gold. I'll have to see if I can try again at some point. I don't think it gets any better, but maybe it would be good practice at getting used to that sort of thing?
I dunno. Everything's a bit scattered right now. It's that thinking through fog thing. Diffracting like light through water droplets, or some such nonsense.
The whole lin al test at the end of the week thing is possibly ungood. Whatever. I'm just having a hard time caring about things right now. I'm getting stuff done, mostly because my only long-term assignments currently involve partnering with Marissa, who has a hard time caring about things only in the sense that it stresses her out because she does it too much.
I just haven't really felt awake for the past couple of days. It's not a supernegative thing, not that pit place that I kept circling last semester and freshman year, and before that. It's more a nothing. Like fog, like feathers. Not caring what happens or what I do, instead of caring too much.
Maybe it is just tired. New goal: bed right after Certain Persons get back. I did a little lin al, and I can get a start on the STEMS lab in the next half hour or so. My life is slowly getting more organized; I'm slowly getting the hang of getting stuff done. Very slowly. Rainlendar helps.
I do have to wonder a little if what I write is any different than it would have been. I don't think so, but I always overanalyze everything, and then the why of everything, and then the why of that again.
I know what I'm talking about, even if no one else does. Well, you do.
Sleep time soon, definitely.
My head feels like it's full of jello. Or cotton. Something soft, possibly squishy, and only bearing a passing resemblance to brains.
This is the feeling that I'm living out someone else's dream. It's a pretty decent dream, all in all, but nothing feels quite real. I don't know why; I did get to bed at 4 on Monday night, but I proceeded to go back to bed for two or three hours after that, and I got a solid seven and a half last night, so I shouldn't really be tired.
I'm a fan of cello music. My uncle, when he was up visiting from Brazil several years ago, ended up ripping a bunch of Bach cello suites to the family computer, and my family never throws anything away unless Mom makes us, so the files have been preserved, and are currently hanging about on my computer and my iPod. There's one movement that I know I played on violin, a Bourree, I think? With an accent on the first e.
I tried watching The Office, because I really liked the pilot when I watched it at the airport with Erica, but the humor is based almost completely in embarassment, and I have a hard time handling that. The dynamic between Jim and Pam is absolutely adorable, though, and the mug in the jello was gold. I'll have to see if I can try again at some point. I don't think it gets any better, but maybe it would be good practice at getting used to that sort of thing?
I dunno. Everything's a bit scattered right now. It's that thinking through fog thing. Diffracting like light through water droplets, or some such nonsense.
The whole lin al test at the end of the week thing is possibly ungood. Whatever. I'm just having a hard time caring about things right now. I'm getting stuff done, mostly because my only long-term assignments currently involve partnering with Marissa, who has a hard time caring about things only in the sense that it stresses her out because she does it too much.
I just haven't really felt awake for the past couple of days. It's not a supernegative thing, not that pit place that I kept circling last semester and freshman year, and before that. It's more a nothing. Like fog, like feathers. Not caring what happens or what I do, instead of caring too much.
Maybe it is just tired. New goal: bed right after Certain Persons get back. I did a little lin al, and I can get a start on the STEMS lab in the next half hour or so. My life is slowly getting more organized; I'm slowly getting the hang of getting stuff done. Very slowly. Rainlendar helps.
I do have to wonder a little if what I write is any different than it would have been. I don't think so, but I always overanalyze everything, and then the why of everything, and then the why of that again.
I know what I'm talking about, even if no one else does. Well, you do.
Sleep time soon, definitely.
